I lay awake in the darkness,
Battling while the world sleeps,
Peace it is for them,
But for me, nothing,
As I fight, the urge to doze off,
As it consumes me, whole,
Yes it does, this war of thoughts,
As I wait with my sword,
Pen though I must say,
Mightier it is, and sharper too,
With the words raining down,
I’m just a silhouette,
An outline in the shadows,
I’m a part of the Black,
Waiting my turn, to rage forward,
And to engage the enemy,
Till I am taken down,
To rise again with the sun,
To be reborn the next morn,
With the new son, and new dreams,
New wishes, new thoughts,
But I shall remain truly a brother,
A brother of the night’s watch.
